Asherpark is a sacred place where puppies grow up happy, wounded dogs regain their joy, and the people who care for them are reminded daily that love has no limitations.
Named for Asher, a very special Australian Shepherd, Asherpark has been home to many dogs – some chosen at birth, others rescued from abuse and neglect.
With Asher nervous dogs became calm, serious dogs playful, and wounded dogs learned how to trust again.
Ash died too young. His body betrayed him but his spirit stayed strong. As he took his last breath Ash licked everyone good-bye and stepped bravely into the great beyond.
With Ash as our inspiration we continue his work through BarkingProse – so all dogs can have their say.
Sometimes I get to thinking too much and it makes my head hurt. When Tess was with me I’d play some bump and run with her and forget about what made me sad. Now I’m sad because Tess isn’t with me anymore. I’m so grateful I have Journey. She can’t replace Tess but she...
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I always knew this day would come, I just didn’t know when. Endings come too fast when you’re happy, and I’ve been so very happy at Asherpark. It’s a beautiful warm sunny day. It’s the kind of day that makes your heart ache for something you can’t quite explain. I’m leaving this evening. Mama...
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This has been a hard month for Ash. It was one year ago that he lost his best friend, Tess. I know it’s on his mind even though he can’t bring himself to talk about it. For months there had been something not quite right with Tess. Mom took her to four different vets...
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Everyone says I have a pretty face. I guess so. I have dark brown eyes that betray my feelings. My cream color makes me stand out in a crowd. Beauty is as beauty does. How a mutt looks doesn’t matter as much as what a mutt does. Mom says my spirit is pure. I’m...
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It seems fitting that my life should end in autumn. Dogs are born, dogs die. I’ve lived my life, now it’s time for Journey to live hers. I’m not sad to have reached the end of my life. I’d like to live longer because I’m happy now, but it’s ok. You can’t have everything...
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It’s only since I’ve been at Asherpark that I’ve thought much about my life and the strange twists and turns it has taken. When I was younger and with my mother, I lived day to day hoping for something to eat and water to drink. Many days we had neither. During the dark times...
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Sometimes it’s hard to speak what’s in your heart, especially if things are all mixed up. I guess that’s why we haven’t posted any barks this summer. But time’s awasting and I don’t have forever, so here goes. Fall is nearly here and so am I. You may think that sounds funny, but it’s...
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It’s hard to talk about what happened to our pack this year. We lost Mama in January, Tess in April, and little Shiloh is in a fight for her life. The day after Mama died we got the results from the biopsy on Shiloh. She has a malignant tumor in her anal gland and...
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My mother died three days ago. I knew she had to go. She was weak and confused and didn’t want her food. I looked out for her as best I could. I licked her ears to let her know I was close and ran to her when she fell down. I was with my...
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